That night.
There were thick dark clouds, no stars or moon.
Ye Chutang had a rare moment of free time, so he sat by the window and read a book leisurely.
Xiaowu was sitting opposite the small table, holding a pen in one hand and writing on the paper with a serious look on his face.
The third brother said that she is now over five years old and it is time for her to practice her calligraphy.
Otherwise, if you keep putting it off, it will end up like Fourth Brother, with the writing looking like chicken feet.
It will be too difficult to change it by then.
Every ten-day holiday, my third brother would go to see it in person.
Thinking of his fourth brother's handwriting, Xiaowu felt sympathetic, fearing that his own handwriting would be like that, so he practiced calligraphy every day, diligently and seriously.
The candle burned quietly, and the warm orange light cast two figures, one big and one small, on the window, showing a different kind of tranquility.
Finally, Xiao Wu finished writing the last word, stopped what he was doing, looked at it several times with satisfaction, and then proudly held it up to show Ye Chutang.
——Sister! How is my writing today?
Ye Chutang raised his eyes and smiled, "It's better than what you wrote yesterday. You've made great progress. When your third brother comes back and sees it in a few days, he will definitely praise you."
Xiaowu covered his mouth and laughed.
——Of course! Don’t you see who she practices with every day?
After receiving the praise from his elder sister, Xiaowu put away the paper and pen contentedly and couldn't help yawning.
"Are you sleepy?" Ye Chutang asked.
Xiao Wu nodded and looked at Ye Chutang strangely.
——Aren’t you sleepy, sister? In the past, at this time, sister would always accompany her to sleep.
But today, my sister has been reading a book, as if... waiting for something.
Ye Chutang smiled and pinched her cheek, "Go wash up and go to bed first, sister will come later."
Xiaowu blinked.
——It seems that my sister really has something to do today.
She didn't ask any more questions, just nodded obediently.
Just after taking two steps, Ye Chutang called him back, "By the way, Xiaowu, do you remember where you put the gift you prepared for Second Young Master Xie?"
Xiaowu was stunned and nodded vigorously.
Ye Chutang smiled and said, "We should be able to see him soon. How about you send him off in person?"
Xiaowu's eyes lit up.
--OK!
…
Xiaowu tidied himself and went into bed, leaving only his round little head exposed. He looked at Ye Chutang with wide eyes.
But after a while, she felt sleepy and her eyelids started to droop.
Slowly, she fell asleep.
Ye Chutang turned his head to look over here, put down the book in his hand, picked up a pair of delicate small scissors, and gently cut the candle wick.
There was silence all around, she looked out the window, her eyes as calm as water.
The news that Zheng Baosu was escorted back to the capital spread throughout the capital in just half a day.
Some people may not be able to sit still tonight, right?
I don't know what she was thinking about, but she raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled with interest.
In the next few days, the capital should be very lively...
…
The palace, a remote residence.
The usually desolate and quiet place was now heavily guarded.
Just because there is an extremely important prisoner imprisoned here - Zheng Baosu!
It's not a coincidence that this happened.
Zheng Baosu was escorted back to the capital, but was not imprisoned. Instead, he was sent to the palace as soon as possible, waiting to be tried by Emperor Mu Wu himself.
Unexpectedly, a letter came from Nanhu, and all the ministers in the cabinet entered the Qiyuan Hall to discuss relevant matters with Emperor Muwu.
This conversation lasted a whole day. (End of this chapter)
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